It takes a while to understand
And much longer still to explain
Our mutually quiet sleight of hand
That has reduced this mutual pain.
Round and round, beating around
The veritable bush of the past,
We are back to when we two found
Our two lives to be in contrast.
Furtively behind etiquette
We have in our rights kept living,
Yet, when alone, we seem to debate
All there’s to fate and forgiving.
This - our shared charade, will follow
Us when we’ll be two lives apart -
Alike at times we weep or wallow,
Across the humming of each heart.